7 comments/ 75160 views/ 37 favorites Fantasy Revealed By: neon_dreaming Stacy breathed a sigh of relief as the door to her room clicked shut behind her. She knew she had been lucky to get a resident advisor job as a university senior, as most of those jobs were awarded to graduate students. The money was good. Dealing with the problems of freshmen got tedious quickly, though, and she savored the start of some private evening time free of responsibilities. She cast off most of her clothes and smiled as she felt the air on her bare skin. She was fit, healthy, and felt good in her body most of the time, a fact that she knew was a blessing and a rarity among her peers. She unpacked and prepared for the next day, moving about the room in her tank top and panties. And then she was done, with an hour left before bed. Perfect. With a smile to herself, Stacy opened her laptop and carried it over to the bed. Her movements became slower and more flowing as her mind switched gears into her usual before-bed sexual mode. Stacy had always possessed a high sex drive, although few would have guessed it from her outward behavior. Her evening time was a closely-held secret and pleasure. Although Stacy loved visual porn, it was erotic fiction that most captured her imagination and fueled her fantasies. Her interests were broad, encompassing everything from roughness to BDSM to group sex. Stacy felt lucky to have recently found fiction about one of her newly emerging fetishes: male infidelity, especially while his girlfriend or wife looked on. She had seen stories fetishizing the reverse for years, and had never felt much of a reaction either way, but the opposite scenario was surprisingly thrilling to her. She leaned back in bed and brought up one of her favorite stories, one that she had read dozens of times and could nearly recite from memory. Her eyes locked onto her favorite passages, her breath deepening as her body responded. This particular story detailed the humiliations of a wife forced to watch her husband ravage a much younger girl. Stacy's hand found her clit as she drank in the husband's careless lust and the wife's red-faced arousal. And, as had been the case since she began dating her latest boyfriend, her mind began to compare her own experiences with the story. Stacy had been seeing Mike for about a month, ever since meeting him at a friend's party. Mike was markedly different from the responsible males she typically dated. He was cocky and untrustworthy at a gut level. It was widely known that he had cheated on his last girlfriend, a situation that had blown up publically. He also turned her on in a way that she had been missing with previous boyfriends. "Boyfriend." She had started using the word to describe Mike, but it didn't feel like it fit him properly. Her friends' opinions of him were decidedly mixed, and the word "jerk" had come up more than once. When Stacy cared to admit it, it was really the sex that kept her with him. Mike was a great lover, aggressive and single-minded in a way that previous boyfriends had lacked. He was clearly more experienced than her. His sexual deftness never failed to remind Stacy of how many women he had fucked, and that thought never failed to drive up her excitement. As the pace of her fingers quickened, Stacy's eyes again focused on her laptop screen, finding the passage that reliably brought her to orgasm. The husband was cumming inside his young lover, pumping her full as she writhed beneath him. The wife was transfixed by the sight of her man so captivated by the girl. Mentally in the shoes of the wife, Stacy shuddered as she came. *** Mike texted her during class the next afternoon: "Free this aft? Can't get your hot ass of my mind." Stacy rolled her eyes at her new boyfriend's forwardness, and for the umpteenth time wondered what her family would think should she ever have to present him. A quick scan of her body's reaction, however, made it clear why she put up with his crassness. She hurried back to her dorm, breezing past some of her freshman residents and into her room. She was grateful for the fact that it was a single. How would she ever explain Mike to a roommate? He was an inexcusable choice, really. She quivered with anticipation as she slipped off her sweater and perused her collection of more form-fitting shirts. She knew what Mike was hoping to see, and thrilled in his insistence that she express her sexy side. Mike burst in twenty minutes late and without apology. "Hey, babe!" he crowed, grabbing lustily for her and planting his lips on hers. Stacy pretended to pout. "You said you'd be here at five." "Late at the gym. Go on, tell me you don't like the results," he said, winking and offering an arm. No argument there. "Whatever," she said, craning her neck to kiss him again. She loved his boyish grin as he ran a big hand down her back. He broke away and swatted her ass. "Get in bed, I only have an hour. Meeting up with the guys." This time Stacy's pout was real. "So what is this, just a booty call?" He laughed. "It's not 'just' anything, babe. Let's see if you feel like complaining when I'm done with you!" She laughed in spite of herself. "You really are a pig!" she exclaimed, getting another wink in return. "Lose the shirt. I just gotta check where we're meeting." Stacy obliged, but when her eyes were no longer obscured by fabric, she realized with a stab of panic that the story from last night was still up on her computer screen. Mike scanned it quickly as she grasped unsuccessfully for words to distract him. "Uh... why don't you come over here and..." He cut her off with a raised hand and an incredulous grin. "Wait a sec. This is about some chick enjoying it when her guy cheats on her." She flounced out of bed and defiantly slammed her laptop shut. "That is absolutely none of your business," she informed him. He laughed. "Stacy, it's all good if you're a freak. Hell, I'm a freak! If I'd have known you were into kinky shit I would have been all over it!" "Thanks. 'Freak' -- such a good description of me." "Don't get bent out of shape. Like I said, it's all good. In fact, it sounds like fun." She rolled her eyes. "Pervert." He stood up and looked at her a bit more seriously. "Pot calling the kettle black, babe. Now where were we?" "I'm not in the mood anymore," she lied quietly. He paused for a long moment and then gave her a sly smile, one that made her wonder what was going on in his head. "OK. I'll call you," he said, leaning in and kissing her goodbye. She melded her lips against his, her mind scattered to ten different places. She barely noticed him walking out. *** "Put on something slutty and be here at eight," his text the next afternoon read. Stacy's heart did a loop in her chest. Mike had sent similarly curt messages before, but this time it felt especially... ominous? What was Mike thinking? Was this something to do with yesterday? Stacy's eyes swept the room but her thousand-yard stare didn't lock onto anything, so lost she was in her thoughts. She thought about texting back something snarky, about forwarding the text to her friends, about hurling the phone, about pretending she'd never seen his words. But she had to know, and her worries were mixed with an electric shockwave of excitement flowing through her blood. She opened the closet and began searching for an outfit. Half an hour later she buzzed the box of his apartment, still blushing from the catcalls she'd gotten while walking over. Tall leather boots and a conspicuously short dress had been a chilly during the rainy ten-block walk, but the body inside them was on fire with aroused curiosity. With a clang the apartment gate unlatched and she walked to the elevator, past the night guard who gave her the once-over twice. Stacy blushed a deeper shade of red as the elevator doors hissed shut, and she was unusually aware of her stomach catching up with the rest of her as she ascended. She walked into his apartment and froze, her breath in her throat. He was sitting on the couch, whiskey tumbler in hand, his eyes on the smolderingly attractive woman beside him. Stacy couldn't recall the last time she had seen such sex appeal. Mike's eyes didn't sweep up to Stacy, instead continuing to drink in the other woman's perfect figure snugly ensconced in a maroon dress. It was at once a sexier and classier outfit than anything Stacy owned. Mike finally looked up and winked at Stacy. "Good of you to make it. This is Rebecca." "Hello," Rebecca said, not rising. There was a confidence in her voice that told Stacy everything she needed to know. "Hi," Stacy breathed, still frozen. The two on the couch looked at each other and laughed. Rebecca's hand found its way to Mike's muscular thigh in the process. "So how do you two know each other?" Rebecca asked, a bit cruelly. Stacy had no idea what how to respond. "She's my girlfriend," Mike answered, helpfully. "Really? Should I be going, then? This part sometimes goes badly." "No, she'll be behave herself. Stacy, come over here and get on your knees." No question what this was. Stacy shook like she was outdoors in a blizzard. After a moment of hesitation, she crossed the room on trembling feet and sank to her knees. She was aware of how short her dress was as it rode up her thighs. Rebecca looked down, laughed, and swirled her hand on Mike's leg. "Now I've seen everything!" she exclaimed. Mike smiled back. "Where were we before she barged in?" he asked with narrowed eyes. Rebecca leaned in and kissed him with passion and skill. Stacy's body throbbed and her mind took in the scene through a calm haze. Rebecca, running one hand through Mike's hair. Mike, pawing at her slim frame with big hands and finding her firm chest. Rebecca, unzipping his pants with the finesse of pure sexual competence. Disengaging herself deftly from Mike's lips, Rebecca looked at Stacy, who was still on her knees and with her lips parted in disbelief. "Why don't we make some use of her first?" Rebecca asked. Mike nodded, then closed her eyes as Rebecca's lithe hand eased his pants down and encircled his thick cock. The woman curled a finger at Stacy. "What are you waiting for? You're his girlfriend, right? Get to it!" Stacy eased her body over Mike's lap, feeling every bit as awkward in her movements as Rebecca was graceful. She looked up at him with a pleading expression. He raised an eyebrow and then turned to look at Rebecca again. Stacy's tongue submissively encircled the head of his cock. It was harder than she could ever remember it being. "Get it good and ready now," Rebecca breathed downward. Stacy bobbed her head obediently. As her body moved her cunt positively flowed with excitement, her lips rubbing together with barely a hint of friction. Stacy was suddenly aware of how fantastically hot this all was for her. She moaned and sucked harder at her boyfriend's cock. Rebecca's hand pushed her back off Mike's lap. "No, no. I guess if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself." And with that, the woman whom Stacy had met five minutes earlier engulfed her boyfriend's cock in her throat with one effortless, pornstar-quality swallow. Mike gasped and rose out of his seat a little, his hand wrapping around Rebecca's hair. "Oh WOW!" he exclaimed. She writhed her head in his lap, coaxing noises from him that Stacy had never heard before, and all the while exhibiting a mastery of blowjob technique at which Stacy could only marvel. Mike pumped his hips upward, seeking every millimeter of contact he could get with her supple mouth. Between moans, Mike gasped, "Stacy, you need to take fucking notes on this. God DAMN." Stacy's face flushed red with embarrassment and lust as she watched Rebecca's lips caressing the veins of her boyfriend's rigid dick. She couldn't imagine a more raw display of sexuality, but that was only because she hadn't yet seen what followed. With a moan that bled into a small roar, Mike grabbed Rebecca bodily and flung her down on the couch. The woman's eyes closed and a knowing smile graced her beautiful features as he tore open her dress, revealing only her smooth skin below it. His rigid cock pointed toward her angrily toward her chest. Rebecca opened her eyes for a moment, made contact with Stacy's, and then closed them with anticipation. Mike's movements made it clear that he had forgotten his girlfriend was even in the room, much less on her knees only feet away. Mike grabbed Rebecca's legs in his hands, lunged forward, and buried his throbbing shaft in her. Stacy couldn't tear her eyes from his face, which was a picture of ecstasy as he began pumping into his lover's body. His mind was totally focused on fucking her. It was clear that this wasn't going to take long. Rebecca craned her upper body toward Stacy's boyfriend, grabbing him by the hair and planting her lips on his. Her other hand snaked down to her clit and danced. She gasped into Mike's ear, "Cum for me! Cum in me!" And then she shook with orgasm as he continued to pound away at her. Stacy's own fingers found her clit without conscious thought. Her cunt drooled over her hand and the first touch of her finger was an electric shock that made her cry out in blissful agony. She had never experienced submission and humiliation so complete. Watching her boyfriend's complete lust unleashed on the other woman was the hottest thing she had ever seen. With a final few slams, Mike buried himself to the hilt inside Rebecca's body and let out a frenzied sound that Stacy had never made him produce. She watched his whole lower body flex as he pumped stream after stream of cum into his lover. From her vantage point on the floor, she could even watch the base of his shaft pulse. And with that, Stacy's orgasm boiled over in a flash of white-hot oblivion. Her boyfriend had fucked this gorgeous woman like a wild man and had cum inside her. Boom. Stacy's mind came back to the room over the course of several seconds. She saw Mike flash her a lusty smile as sweat ran down his face. She saw Rebecca twist, catlike, on her back with her boyfriend's cock still buried in her. Rebecca's smile said, "Victory." Mike leaned back on the couch. He panted and ran a hand back over his sweaty hair. Turning to Stacy, he winked and asked, "You can let yourself out, right?" Stacy nodded, extracting her hand from her panties and standing up slowly. "Good. I'll call you. Get out of here." She walked out the door without a word. The volume on the world was turned down. She passed the night guard without noticing him or caring how she appeared. On the street, Stacy looked up at his window. The light went out, and she knew that Mike had invited Rebecca into his bed for the night. Rage, pain, and sweet arousal washed over Stacy in a wave. She stayed there, frozen, until a car honked at her in her rumpled and slutty dress. Her humiliation complete, she ran for home. Each breath felt raw, and she felt more alive than she could remember. Fantasy Revealed & Almost Fulfilled We were happily entwined in a romantic embrace looking forward to a long weekend. We were still basking in the novelty of a new relationship, relishing each newfound discovery. Invariably, we discussed sex. Both of us had healthy sexual appetites and wanted to genuinely please one another. I had made a promise that I wouldn't hold anything back and I decided to keep that promise. "You know we have spent a lot of time discussing my fantasies but no time at all talking about yours...." She waited for a reply with raised eyebrows. I cleared my throat and rubbed my chin stalling for time because I was debating just how honest I should be. "Honey, stop spacing out and talk to me." She pleasantly implored. "What would you like to know?" I finally replied. "Well for starters what's your fantasy?" She asked. "I have fantasies like a lot of guys, you know." I answered evasively. "I know - like doing two women?" She smiled. "Well yes (I nodded), then there is one fantasy that really gets me going. It's kinda wild, I bet you won't expect it from me, do you really want to know." Like I didn't already know the answer. "Hell yeah I want to know." She stated with piqued curiosity. Throwing caution to the wind I said simply, " My fantasy is to be fucked." There was a moment of silence, she had a confused look on her face; she was trying to understand what I said. I could tell it didn't quite register yet. "You mean (she paused cautiously) ... fucked, as in fucked in the ass?" She asked. "Yep," was my only response. "Wow, that is sooooo fucking hot, I would love to see you bent over taking a big cock up the ass. You know I can make that happen." She said enthusiastically. "Oh no honey, I'm not gay or going in that direction." I said defensively. "Stupid, I know your not, but that doesn't mean you can't experiment does it? After all I've done a few women in my time and I'm not a lesbian, so why can't you." She was quite a temptress. "No really, I don't think I could do a guy." My resolve was strong on that issue. "I can still make your fantasy come true. I can fuck your ass probably just as good as any guy can. You know I've used a strapon before and I don't mean to brag but I bet I could fuck your brains out." She smiled so sweetly, but there was a mischievous look in her eyes. "Y-y-you want to do that?" I stammered out. A wave of passion swept over my body in hot rolling waves. "Hell yeah, I'll fuck you good baby. So what do you say, you want your girlfriend to fuck your ass?" She whispered in my ear seductively. "Hell yeah" I said. I didn't know what I was committing myself to. She said, "No time like the present. (She got up, walked to the closet and pulled out a large box) I'm going to go get ready. When I bet back YOU better be ready (she went to the bathroom)." I was dumbfounded I didn't know what to expect. I just sat there marveling at how quickly things happened. One minute I am confessing my deepest fantasy and the next I find myself at the very edge of making it really happen. I was quite excited at what was coming next. I started to disrobe. Moments later, the bathroom door opened and my mouth fell open but I was speechless. She was standing there naked expect for a larger-than-life cock strapped to her. She could tell I was mesmerized by the contrast of her girlish figure and the pendulous appendage dangling between her legs. She gave that huge cock few pumps with her tiny hand and asked me, "Do you like?" She walked up to me, placed her hand on my shoulder pushing me down on my knees. "I think you know what to do." She guided it toward my lips. I had never sucked cock before but I took to it like a seasoned whore. I let all my inhibitions melt away replaced by blinding lust. I was slobbering all over that cock, stretching my mouth in obscene ways to accommodate as much as I could. I surprised myself by suppressing my gag reflex and slipping most of it down my throat. I heard her say, "Oh my god, look at you suck dick." She waited until I made another attempt at deep throating, then she grabbed the back of my head and forced me further down. I tried to pull back but she used both of hands and applied more pressure saying, "Come on baby suck my cock. You're over half way -- come on, take it all." I surrendered to the moment and let myself be used like a fuck toy. More and more slid down my throat until finally my forehead touched her soft belly. I looked up into her eyes and she hissed, "Oh yeah, you fucking whore. You love to suck cock don't you?" I nodded completely unaware that I had accomplished quite a feat by deep throating the entire length. "I can see your throat bulging with my big dick, you've either had a LOT of practice or you're a natural born cocksucker. So which one is it?" She withdrew the entire length out of my throat and mouth. Strings of salvia still connected us together as my jaw readjusted to a normal position. "I've never ..." is all I said weakly. "Well, maybe not but you will, you will. Take my word for it you're a natural. With talent like that it's a waste to let it go unused. (she paused a moment thinking to herself) Come here slut." She said. I leaned closer and she cock slapped me across the face playfully leaving smears of saliva on both sides of my face. "Now back to sucking my dick." She demanded. I did as I was told giving her a blowjob that would be the envy of any streetwalker, while she continued to insinuate that I had lied about my experience. "How else could you be so fucking good at sucking dick, well tell me," She said. Without warning she stopped face fucking me and pulled me towards the bed. "Time to fuck." She stated with eagerness. "Honey careful, be easy on me this is my first time, Ok?" I said in a worried tone. She said, "Don't worry baby, I'll be gentle I promise (she giggled). I'll start off slow and easy (she paused and looked kindly into my eyes) but we'll end up fast and hard, I'll use you like a piece of meat (she said harshly, smacking my ass hard)." "Ouch." I exclaimed. She maneuvered me onto the bed with my ass near the edge. She was standing up holding my legs, balancing them on her shoulders, guiding her monstrous cock toward my virginal hole. "I want to see the look on you face when I shove my cock up your ass." She said seriously. I felt the pressure of her cock trying to gain entry; it was slippery with copious amounts of my spit. My ass slowly and painfully expanded just enough for the head to slip in. My eyes bulged out and I yelped, "Ouch, oh baby that hurts please." She relented just long enough to reassure me, "Sshh, sssh, baby, just relax." She cooed. Listening to the sound of her voice and the new feeling of being taken like a girl started to have a profound effect on me. "Oh, Oh, Oh" I couldn't help myself. I started to moan like a cheap whore as the pain in my ass subsided causing me to pant and groan like a rutting animal. "There's my slut, I knew you would come out and play." She started to feed me more and more asking, "Is that too much baby or not enough?" "Oh yeah, more, more" was my only answer until she shoved it in balls deep. I let out a loud moan that announced my total submission. True to her word, she started out slow and easy like a courteous lover, letting me get use to the feel of being on the receiving end. Her pace started to quicken and her thrusting became more powerful. She was fucking me harder and faster as our bodies made a familiar sound of slap, Slap, SLAP. Each thrust was punctuated by the sound of our bodies smacking together. I had lost all composure having never felt so vulnerable and submissive. I started to encourage her, "Yeah baby, that's it use me, fuck me, fuck my ass hard." "You dirty little slut. You're my little bitch. Now that I know how much your ass likes being fed cock I promise to feed it regularly." She promised. The sound of our bodies slapping together was obscene it reminded me of a porno movie, but with me as the starlet. Our bodies sounded out a primal rhythm, slap, Slap, SLAP. She stopped long enough to roll me over onto my hands and knees. "Here it comes baby!" she announced spearing me with her cock. She gripped my hips tightly and began to slam into my ass even harder than before, and it went much deeper in this position. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure shooting through my body. "Look at that ass, you sure can take a lot of cock. You're a real slut aren't you?" She spanked me emphasizing her point. I couldn't respond my body was being used as a meat puppet and (much to my surprise) I enjoyed it, all I could do was moan. "Just imagine I could be a real man back here fucking you." She said out loud. My only response was more moaning like a whore. She stopped her aggressive thrusting and slowly withdrew from my tortured hole, asking, "Would you like that? Tell me, would you like to have a real (she tapped my ass with her cock) big (tap) fat (tap) cock (tap) shoved up your ass?" "Oooh baby please." I said, backing my ass up searching for the source of my newfound pleasure. She rubbed the head around my enlarged hole teasing me. She was enticing me, "A nice big hard cock on a man who knows how to use it. You would know what it feels like to suck a real one..." "Oh yeah sounds good. Please honey, please...." My voice trailed off. "Please what? You want me to set you up for some abuse by cock?" She teased me further with he fingers in a way usually reserved for woman. "Whatever you want I'll do it I promise. I'll be a slut a whore just please finish me off." I blurted out. She grabbed my hair and pulled back. "It's a deal then. I'll pimp that ass of yours out. I promise that you will love a real man back here with balls slapping against your ass, making you his bitch." She drove her cock deep. "Aaaah." I clutched the sheets. "See you're ready for some cock now. I've loosened up that hole good. Who knows, maybe after he's done with you he'll turn you over to his friends to use at both ends until you're covered in jism and fucked raw." She slammed into me grinding her hips against me trying to force even more inside me. Even though I hadn't even touched my dick I felt an orgasm coming on. "Oh baby, I'm coming ah ah ah!" I blurted out. She rotated her hips against me twisting and twirling the huge thing inside me. As she did this, it had the remarkable effect of hitting my g-spot causing me to come harder than I had my entire life. My whole body shook with such intensity that my arms and legs were quivering for hours afterwards I collapsed forward onto the bed with her on my back. Breathing hard I said, "Oh god that was good. I can't believe it." "Plenty more where that came from." She promised, continuing to grind against me. My body was twitching involuntarily every time it hit my prostrate. "The boys will be lining up for you trust me. (She put her fingers in my mouth) Lining up at both ends...." She whispered quietly in my ear. After a few brief moments, something remarkable happened I started to get hard and excited again. I let out a moan that she answered, "You want some more slut?" "Yessss." I relied. She pulled me up on my hands and knees again and we went for it like animals. This time she encouraged me to jack off. She was fucking me with long slow strokes as I pumped my cock vigorously. She stopped and withdrew quickly from my ass. My ass remained dilated with air rushing in to fill the void where her monstrous cock was. I stopped jacking off and asked, "babe aren't you going to fuck me? "Oh yeah, I will in just a minute. I want to capture the moment. I've stretched your ass out so good you won't believe it. You've got a gaping hole like a porno slut" She reached over to the nightstand for her cell and took several pictures of my ass from different angles. She mounted me again from behind. And it didn't take long for me to come for the second time -- it was almost as intense as the first time. I was exhausted as she withdrew and stood up. She unbuckled the strapon and it dropped to the floor with a loud thud. "A job well done if I say so myself." She looked down at me lying in bed and started to send a text message. She read aloud as she typed, " Look at my handiwork I gaped this bitch out good but he needs more -- interested?" "What are you doing?" I asked "Oh, nothing baby." She answered innocently then curled up in bed with me, and we cuddling together. She asked me, "So did you like it?" "Yes of course I did. Who was that you sent the message to?" I was a little embarrassed and worried. "Oh that's just a friend. (she quickly changed the subject) When you fantasize about being fucked are you a dirty eager whore or are you a reluctant sissy that needs to be forced?" She questioned. My answer was, "I don't know. I guess willing." "Good, you're a willing whore, but if your really going to be a cock whore you need one thing baby." She set the bait. Of course I bit, "What's that?" "Experience! A whore needs lots and lots of experience. A whore is a slab of meat that does whatever and loves it. Do you want a lesson in what it is like to be a whore?" She demanded. "Yes" I said. Almost as if on cue, her cellular rang loudly. She answered, "Hey howzit going?" My heart fluttered. I wondered who it was. "Yeah, nice pictures eh? Well you wanna break off a piece of that?" She asked. "Great, he's brand new -- really just out of the wrapper. I popped his cherry tonight." She said proudly. She was listening intently to her cell. "Oh I don't know if he's ready for that just yet, but eventually." She replied looking at me with a smile. She was listening again, but I couldn't hear anything -- damn it. "Wow, OK sounds good. When? (brief pause) OK see ya." She hung up and faced me. "Who was that?" I asked inquisitively. "No one baby, lets get some sleep ok?" She said. We slowly drifted off to sleep in each other arms.